I got it bad. Really bad. Maybe I should runaway–not. Or just take a little time off away from everything that will make remind me of him. Of us. Wait,is there ‘us’?
But then we both know that yes, there’s us, there could have been us but cannot because it wasn’t right, definitely not right. Our paths crossed when neither of us could take the risk, especially him. And of course, I wouldn’t dare. I will never be an option or a second choice,though it crossed my mind once but NO! I would never.
He won’t risk it. It’s pretty fcuked up because he’s engaged to be married. Hell yes.one and a half month to go. But then, I actually do not know why isn’t there a pool of tears brimming down my eyes with everything that has occurred. We shared moments. Intimate moments. Crazy moments. Moments that only the two of us understand.
It could have been me if only we met earlier. He said I’m a little too late. But who would have thought that I will get to meet him? Or should it be that I haven’t had met him? But I wouldn’t get to feel all of these. Maybe its fate? Or Destiny?
Oh well,things are really pretty fcuked up.
RANDOMNITY 